I'm Done Lyrics

If you call won't answer

Thats just my manner

But anyway

Made many plays

Do it any day

Lift any weight

Take any pain

Any name

Plenty sane

I'm insane

M4$A

What's that spell backwards?

See y'all bumpin heads back and forth

I don't need support

I could never fuck with a whore

So I just ignore

I shoot then I score

Don't give a fuck anymore

Never did

Get rid

Pop a lid

Good ridd-

Good riddance

I need distance

Witness me with this

I'm with it

And I got a 9

So I'll be fine

Cause I can take a stab to the spine

Depression the design, bitchboy

47 that's a fuckin' Ak

That boy talkin shit, but when he speak

Every single time it's what a whore would say

Criticizin' what I make

Up the stake

Fuckboy

Mane you don't want this shit

Pussy

Sittin' on the floor

Ignorin' da door

Finga on my trigga

Who want more?

Ohh,

Tip the bottle upside down

Then throw it at a crowd

I'll give it three days

Till they screamin' my name

Wonder why they call me Atomic

Burn many bridges, smoke da chronic

Makin' da chronic

And they know they watchin'

Want me in a coffin

You won't see me again

Don't know when

I'm a marksman

Last night I was campin' in Boliver

Heat like a thermometer

And it was on my side

It was funny when that bitch cried

It was funny when I let out a slight sigh

High five

It's ironic how you hate me

And you still won't keep my name out ya mouth

I'm a slaughterhouse

Got a fuckin' ounce

Cause I'm smokin' all you motherfuckers out

Ouch